Nie Jiuque stood with his hands behind his back in the howling wind, his black robe almost blending into the night.
The narrow, pitch-black eyes under the mask were coldly watching Zuo Yan, who was writhing on the ground in agony, tortured by the Blood Poisonous Insect, experiencing a fate worse than death.
After recuperating for a few days and recovering slightly, Nie Jiuque came to settle the score with Zuo Yan.
If it hadn’t caused such great harm to Wen Xiao’ai, Nie Jiuque wouldn’t be in such a hurry to confront Zuo Yan.
No matter how much Zuo Yan begged for mercy, Nie Jiuque refused to relent.
For the harm Zuo Yan caused Wen Xiao’ai, dying a hundred times wouldn’t be enough.
"...Lord, Lord, spare my life. Zuo Yan knows his mistake, he truly knows, ah..."
In the face of Zuo Yan’s pleas, Nie Jiuque was unmoved. When he had almost driven Zuo Yan to despair, Nie Jiuque asked, "How did you discover Gu Sheng’s identity?"
"Ah..." Zuo Yan either stubbornly refused to speak or was in too much pain to speak, crying out and rolling on the ground, yet unable to answer.
"Zuo Yan, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, you’re the one courting death."
"...Zuo Yan doesn’t know what the Lord is talking about. I, I merely helped that human unintentionally more than two years ago, I only wanted to use him to practice some Forbidden Techniques, there was no other intention, ah..."
"Do you really think I’m that stupid?!"
Daring to use such a clumsy excuse, Zuo Yan was indeed becoming more insolent, taking him less seriously.
Nie Jiuque’s anger grew, and his desire to kill Zuo Yan became increasingly strong.
"What Zuo Yan said is the truth. If the Lord doesn’t believe me, then just kill me already!"
"Do you really think I don’t dare to kill you?!" Nie Jiuque gritted his teeth, his chest heaving with rage.
Venting his frustration recklessly, Zuo Yan endured endless torture, ultimately forced to abandon his dignity and beg Nie Jiuque for mercy like a dog.
To be honest, Zuo Yan’s plea for forgiveness gave Nie Jiuque a way out, because he couldn’t kill him just yet.
Now that half of the Demon Realm was under Zuo Yan’s control, and for nearly a thousand years, it was Zuo Yan who maintained order. In the eyes of the other worlds or even the inhabitants of the Demon Realm, Zuo Yan had been tacitly accepted as the new Demon Lord.
In short, until he returned to the Demon Realm, it couldn’t do without Zuo Yan.
Of course, Nie Jiuque himself had a fiery temper and sometimes acted rashly, so if Zuo Yan hadn’t begged for mercy in the end and continued to resist, Nie Jiuque truly would have tortured Zuo Yan to death with the Blood Poisonous Insect.
What Nie Jiuque didn’t know was that there was another person suffering from this Blood Poisonous Insect alongside Zuo Yan.
In the Qingxuan Hall, several elders of the Cat Demon Clan were joining forces to help Ye Qi, who was being tortured by the Blood Poisonous Insect. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI[F]ire.net
Even with the help of the elders, Ye Qi found it difficult to endure the kind of pain that ordinary people could not bear.
No torment of burning heart, ruptured meridians, or flayed skin could compare to the torment of the Blood Poisonous Insect.
Those pains could still be endured, but the Blood Poisonous Insect made one only wish for death as a release.
Low, agonizing growls escaped from Ye Qi’s throat, his white shirt soaked with cold sweat, his already pale face now deathly white.
Ye Qi clenched his hands tightly, gritting his teeth to endure.
For as long as Zuo Yan suffered, so did Ye Qi.
The moment Nie Jiuque relented, Ye Qi, tormented to the point of losing consciousness, collapsed helplessly to the ground.